#you'll see why my AU is named that way when I'm done writing it

[vegetablewithapencil49]

First time I featured my fan-made Jestar design

TW: SWEARING, MENTIONING BROKEN BONES, IMPLIED AND MENTIONED ABUSE

ALSO AN EYESTRAIN WARNING!

POV: You're an assassin who asked Jestar to stop verbally abusing everyone:

May I introduce you: MY FAN-MADE DESIGN FOR ONE OF MY FAVOURITE PA CHARACTERS:JESTAR HEART!!!1!1!1!

His outfit is inspired by priest outfits :>

I also have made an AU of Black Heart, which is my take on the series, the design will be used there. Most characters will keep their names, some don't. Also this AU probably has different backstories written for the characters than in canon. I will not change their backstories to fit canon if that is the case. Currently working on the design of Nautilus, also finished Nano's design in which they'll be named Trinity (haha get it it's because they have three souls?)

Also this AU kind of has religious themes mixed in, specifically Christian themes and creatures that are especially relevant in the events that happened prior to Black Heart (*cough* *cough* Myst's backstory, *cough* *cough* Aura's backstory *extreme coughing* Jestar's backstory)

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 | Part 5

A smile from you is all he needs to feel recharged.

Tags/Warnings: Game Designer!Jungkook, Non Idol AU, established relationship, Angst , emotional kook, suggestive messages, poor Maria pt.1 [Tags will be different for every part!]

Length: 1k Words

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This is not going to plan at all.

Not only is he behind schedule wise, he's also not thought about the possibility of what this all might look like to you at all. Because why would you even think that in the first place? He'd be absolutely stupid to cheat on you, let alone with a 64 year old married woman of all people!

But then again, you don't know that part- and he also can't really properly explain it as he would surely blow his own cover, and he's just too close to the finish line to give up now. He already almost cried at deleting your face ID and fingerprint from his phone, feeling like he deleted the memory of setting those things up too, but he swore himself it's for a good cause down the line. You'll make so many more memories together for sure, and they'll top those more than by just a little. He'll make sure that they will.

[Alright, I'm so excited! Next time let's do it this way right from the start- no need to make it so complicated!] Maria had wrote him in full, and he reads over it with a bit of worry. Does she really understand what he meant by his worries?

[I'm not sure you understand. I'm planning something big, and I'm also behind when it comes to physical intimacy these days, you know?] He writes the woman, who he's asked prior about the rules and such regarding.. well, sex in the home he's renting out for the upcoming special occasion he's planned. He doesn't want to get locked up for not following some Airbnb laws he overlooked after all. That would just be embarrassing. [And we're very intimate people. I'm taking her pleasure and happiness seriously, if you get the hint.] He texts her as he boils some water on the stove for his absolute accurately made ramyeon.

[Oh trust me, I've been young too! No need to be shy, I can only imagine that emotions will run high most likely!] She responds, and Jungkook pursed his lips for a second, before he starts to play with his piercings deep in thought.

[No, Maria, I don't think you get it-] he begins to type. [-it's been almost two full weeks at this point, that's the longest we've ever gone without any sex, we're talking at least three orgasms a day times fourteen, I've got some major catching up to do..] jungkook sends her, before he puts his phone down for a second as to prepare the instant noodles properly.

[It's fine, really. No need to worry!] The woman responds. But jungkook wants to make sure.

[She's a squirter- you know what that is right? Either way it's gonna get messy so I'm just making sure you REALLY know what you're getting into if you say it's alright because the carpet looked really nice and I'm not sure how to get cum stains out of that] he rambles, not noticing you emerge from the bedroom now as you put your bag on one of the kitchen chairs. [I can replace it too if that happens no problem, you know how my girlfriend gets haha. Well you don't but you will know after we're done with the place-] he taps and accidentally sends out as you call his name, causing him to almost drop his phone into the soup pot on the stove, only barely catching it in time before he can practically throw it into the pocket of his sweatpants. "Yeah?" He asks towards you, and you look at him still way too hostile in his opinion.

He knows you can be a bit of a hot head. It's what he loves about you- how fierce you can get and how you'll always stand your ground. But he also knows that you're a bit of an aklebiter with some serious anger issues sometimes- once you see red, you don't see anything else anymore. So he's got to be careful not to fuck it up any further, because once he loses you, he loses for good.

Because you're stubborn if you've made up your mind.

"The water's boiling over." You mumble, avoiding his gaze as you sit at the kitchen table, arms crossed in defense. He jumps at your words and turns off the stove at that, somewhat awkwardly playing up some food into bowl for the both of you, watching you eat silently across from him with an almost needy gaze.

You're gonna probably try and kick his balls if he asks you to sit on his lap right now, so he swallows down the request to keep them intact.

He's gonna seriously crunch some hours while you're sleeping over at a friend's house so he can still make the deadline, able to pass up on sleep with you not actually home to scold him for it. He hates the fact that the app on his phone constantly reminds him of the lack of intimacy between you two- taunting him with notifications about his streak being broken, his record being topped, his spot up top on the scoreboard being taken. He hates it. He created this app, he should be the one who's best at it too!

God he can't wait to get his hands on you again. He feels like his dick is going to fall off in the next few days.

And it's not just that, either. He doesn't sleep well when you're not with him, he misses all the interactions you usually have during the day, the love, the intimacy of just being close, he misses it so bad. And he kind of doesn't want you to leave right now- he'd love to just call it quits and just cave in, but he's come too far now, and you're also a strong independent woman. You deserve to choose where you want to go or stay, he's got no say in that- or at least he shouldn't try to have it.

"I.. You'll text me when you wanna come back home, right?" He asks as he finishes his bowl, and you shrug.

"Whatever." You mumble. "S' not like you want me home for more than the chores anyways." You huff into your food, and he can't help but feel his eyes tear up. No, stupid Jungkook, don't fucking cry right now. You're gonna ruin it all with your dumb tears and weak heart just like always-

"I do want you home.." he mumbles quietly, blinking harder to avoid you spotting anything off- but you notice. Of course you do.

"...I'll text you." You say, and that at least soothes his mind for the moment as his phone falls out of his pocket, screen cracking and making him cringe.

Fuck. That's the what.. 20th time this year?

But it's all worth it, if it means he can at least see the hint of a smile pull at your lips for once.

The sight alone motivation enough to make him work even harder now.

[skullytotheark]

Clear Skies 75

Setting: Different states of America

time setting: late 20th century, From 70s to 90s

Why I made it: Hehe creepypasta but oc au

Inspiration: 70s and 80s slasher mixed with creepypasta characters / creepypasta characters set in the 80s

goal: Possibly make an ARG series, But for now it’ll be in silly writing i do every now and then. Similar to creepy hornets

Description:

The Rot of the woods is slowly but surely making it’s way pass the treeline, The Horrible reality where monsters and things that go bump in the night are more common than you could ever imagine.. Deep in Montana and Colorado these nightmares hide within the woods, Awaiting for any lone hikers and the innocent to walk into their sight. For they hunt for sport and to survive…

Ever Since the start of the 70s, More and more of these creatures and psychopaths are beginning to crawl out from the bed to strike. Their goals and motives being a mystery to people like you and I… There’s only a burning ember of hope that there is good amongst the bad, But then again. who says they’re any better than those they fight??... Only god can save you from whatever is tapping at your window, The strange towering silhouette standing in the corner of your room or the sound of heavy footsteps heading straight for your bedroom door.

Welcome my dearest of friends and stalkers of the night!!!

Allow thy to introduce you to a World of many nightmares and terrors beyond your imaginations.

Clear Skies 75!

For a good while you've might've heard me just ramble or mention this AU in at least one or two of my posts, But Allow me to show you what I've been brewing for awhile!

For a good while I've been sitting in my little snowy room, Thinking of different scenarios and plotpoints involving these characters! Now personally I'm not ENTIRELY SURE, If I'll do as much "fanfics" or writing as much as I would do for Creepyhornets but You'll def probably see me write about this au Every now and then! I more or less really wanted to just, Have characters based off of some of the pastas or characters i've come to love growing up in this silly community!!

Introductions.

The Watchman.

"A Modern Tale for those who go wondering in these woods son. They say it's a Eldritch God of sorts or a "angry spirit"... Me?? I think it's a force of nature, Not something you can fight... But you'd have to adapt to.. trust me, I know..."

The great watchman! The Slenderman of this canon as you can tell and the main "big bad" of this canon, I more or less imagine that this entity is not your sterorypical slender that we're used to seeing in writings. Returning to the older versions such as the Operator and when Slender was simply a being of unknown nature and sudden movements...

"The Butcher"

"I had a run in with that fucking freak. Cackling and getting a kick out of my fear as he chased after me with a fucking machete.. One day he'll fucking learn what's it like when the roles change... One day..."

The Jeff The Killer stand in for this canon! More or less depicting him as a cruel but sloppy killer, Although he has a big reputation, He's a amature and a prime example of "human scum" in this canon. No goals or motives, doing it for the fun of it. Also im just thinking of naming him "Geoff" cuz it'd be a really funny bit imo

"The Pyromaniac"

"I remember when he was still young.. A cheerful little boy who still needed mommy to tie his shoe laces... But then things changed... He never got along with his stepdad... But then he went missing one day and.. I get a call that My husband was killed... Then I knew.. He wanted to get back at him for everything Frank had done to us... But it should have never ended like this.."

The Ticci Toby stand in for this universe!!!. Felix/Cody robinson is a child of abuse who is short tempered and rash, Often acting and thinking later. Although he's a valuable assest to The Watchman's following. Even though He hates it and wants to go home.

"Doll-Face"

"I still remember when "Bryan" took me up to that cabin... God I should've known I was just another lamb for the slaughter.. How did this end up like this Ma?..."

Doll-Face is of course the Masky inspired character! His story heavily follows the idea of "get away at the Cabin goes wrong and now all of my friends are trying to kill eachother" trope.

"Null"

"I'm alive... I shouldn't be but I am... After everything I've done.. I'll make things right this time... I'm so sorry Tommy.."

Null is a combination of both Hoody and Skully into one character! And is also the "Alex" of this scenario. Bryan's family was haunted by the watchman for generations, When he was older the entity began to pick away at his sanity and commanded a blood sacrifice for his family using 'it's children' for resources when building their cabin / property in the woods.

"The Stalker."

"I could've sworn, He was standing right at my bed when I was asleep. I don't know why but he was... He killed dad but... Why not me?... Was he... Taunting me?.."

And the final member of this cast [ATM] the Stalker! The eyeless Jack stand in for this series who draws heavy inspirtation from the og eyeless jack design. Atm I had the idea that he was a journalist in diguise pretending to be a demon of sorts who profits off of his crimes by taking photos of the aftermaths. Buttt I do also like the idea of him just being a demon. His story is still a WIP atm.

Until next time!

Sadly that is all the characters i have so far :(

But I do plan on making more characters such as Zalgo, Jane, Nina and a whole bunch more!! Ofc I plan on making a word doc for this au that'll have links to each of these characters butttt i gotta finish Stalker and "Geoff" before i do!

But until then keep an eye out on my tiktok *COUGH* Skullytotheark *COUGH* for a bunch of arrttt and wips of more characters!!!

See you all next time :)

[mxtantrights]

this is a snippet from the famous dc! au that started with The Greatest Hits [read here] you don't have to read it but a lot of things would make sense if you do

THE GREATEST HITS - the new contract

The door behind you opened and you knew you could sigh in relief. You sat with your back to the door so you didn't see him come in, but you knew it was him all the same. If it weren't for the after shave or the distinct cologne then just by instinct alone.

Jason, sure enough, saunters over tot he only other chair in the room. The walls were glass so if anyone were to walk by they could see the two of you inside. But that wouldn't really deter Jason from any type of romantic activity.

That's why you put the chair across the table, that way he had no excuse to be close enough to touch you. He remains standing and looks right at you. Not at the contract or the two pens that lay on the table. Nor the pink box of donuts also on the table.

"You're too far." he says.

You snicker, "Jason we're here to do business, not fool around."

Jason lets out an all to dramatic sigh. Then he rolls the seat out from the table and sits on the cushion.

"Okay why are we here then?" Jason asks.

You smile and push the contract over to him. His eyes got down from you to the paper and then back up to you. You have to stop the smile that forms on your lips when he does, but you don't try hard enough.

"New movie deal for the both of us." you answer.

Jason nods, "Anyone I know?"

"Make A Splash productions." you answer.

"Arthur. Nice." Jason nods again.

"Don't you wanna know what he's offering?" you ask.

Jason shakes his head. You're confused. Well it wasn't like Jason was too concerned with money. You still are because that's just the way you've been for the longest and it's hard to just turn that off. But even Jason would want to know the price someone is giving him for his work.

"I thought I made this clear, if I get to be with you I'll do it." Jason says matter of factly.

You can't help the stir in your stomach. It's a good feeling, the best feeling. Only Jason can bring it out of you.

You watch as he picks up the contract and upon not seeing your name on the dotted line yet, he looks up at you in confusion. He even title his head to the side.

"Kind of presumptuous to assume I would want to work with you." you joke.

He shrugs his shoulders and a smile appears on his face. "If you don't wanna see me at work you'll see me at home. Best believe hun."

You hold out your hand for the contract. Then Jason hands it over to you, along with the pen meant for him. You put the thick paper down and sign your name on the very last page.

When you're done, you put the paper down on the table and slide it across to him.

"Think we'll make a splash?" he asks.

You shake your head and laugh, "You're such a cornball."

You offer up the same pen to him and he takes it. For a millisecond you feel the electricity between the two of you when your fingers brush against his.

"And I'm all yours."

"Thankfully."

As he continues scribbling you realize that he's writing way more than his name. You try to peer over to see what exactly he is writing but he moves the paper away from you.

"My only stipulation is you make double." he says causally.

Your eyes almost bulge out of your head, "Jason! That's a lot!"

"I just want you to have breathing room, you know?" he replies.

And you really can't believe how you lucked out with Jason Todd. And then you think about the different ways you could give that money to people who deserve it.

[idleglowingpixels]

October-December 2024 Updates - XXY, Monster High & More!

Me when I remember I have a Tumblr & AO3 I wanted to run on a regular basis, but haven't done anything with either for roughly 3 months:

ANYWAY hi, I am back on Tumblr (and soon, AO3) to drop some MAJOR updates regarding what I've been up to in my absence, my WIP fanfics, upcoming fandom stuff (mainly art but also some general theory/headcanon/etc. posts), and generally what I'm up to for the rest of this year!

Lin! Where Have You Been, Loca?!

I've been doing a lot behind the scenes! During the spring and summer, I've been working on a script for a personal project of mine. All of my writing time had been committed to it -- I've got over 400 pages of script done since March 2023! I met some new friends and reconnected with old friends too, this summer was very social for me.

I'm currently attending my first semester of college (FINALLY), and it's going well! The adjustment period was very long and tiresome, but I feel a lot better about being on top of my schoolwork and keeping things balanced. Now if only my sleep could enter the equation...

Since August started, I haven't written much at all because I was taking part in a college summer program. I wanted to have at least one chapter and/or oneshot fic completed by October, and thankfully I've manage to achieve that! It's been genuinely refreshing to return to my fanfics, and they make me wish I didn't have to be away from them for as long as I did. There's also just been so many different franchises that I've re-entered obsessions with, and would love to share with all of you. So without further ado, let's get to it!

XXY - Chapters 8-14

I have officially completed the first drafts of all 7 upcoming chapters! Editing doesn't take me very long to do, and now that I'm better adjusted to my school/work/life balance, I've been able to manage my time a little better.

To all of you who have been waiting for new chapters since Chapter 7 released, I'm so sorry for making you wait! I honestly don't know how the time from last August to now went by so fast. I still check my email regularly and seeing support from old & new fans of the fic during its extended hiatus has really helped me get back into the swing of things.

To celebrate the occasion, I wanted to provide the names of the next batch of chapters, as well as their release dates. These release dates are final, and will only be changed under extreme circumstances (WHICH WON'T HAPPEN WORLD ISTG--!!!) or if I accidentally forget what day it is (which has happened before), and in that case it'll be posted within 1-2 days after the release dates I've listed below.

Chapter 8: Gladiolus - December 7th, 2024 Chapter 9: Hyacinth - January 7th, 2025 Chapter 10: Spearmint - February 7th, 2025 Chapter 11: Coriander - March 7th, 2025 Chapter 12: Hibiscus - April 8th, 2025 Chapter 13: Violet - May 7th, 2025 Chapter 14: Jasmine Tobacco (INTERMISSION) - June 7th, 2025

Per my Monster High fics, I will also be releasing cover art for Chapters 1-7 (since I didn't get to before) throughout November, leading up to Chapter 8's release. From Ch. 8 onward, cover art for the chapters will be released the same day & on the same update posts as their respective chapters. I hope you'll be looking forward to what I have in store!

Monster High AU Updates

My Monster High AU is back from the dead with plenty of goodies this October! This year I was planning to write, draw & release a lot more for the AU, but since I haven't been able to, I wanted to make up for it during Spooky Month.

I don't have definitive release dates for this, but I have plenty of stuff I want to share, so here's a list of everything I plan on releasing throughout the next few months:

Updated Character Art & Bios: Frankie, Draculaura, Clawdeen, Cleo & Lagoona (Fun fact, I'd had everyone but Cleo done all the way back in 2022, which is why the art style differed so much from more recent drawings I'd posted!)

NEW Character Art & Bios: Clawd Wolf, Howleen Wolf, the Timberwolfs (3 characters), & a surprise character!

NEW One-Shot (With Cover Art): Taking A Lycan To New Salem

NEW Art -- Two pictures from the text conversations in Trapped By The Rain

My original plan after the main 5 ghouls was to create & release the bios of the main mansters (Deuce, Heath, Jackson/Holt, etc.), but in light of the upcoming fic release, I wanted to shift my attention to Clawdeen's siblings and the rest of their pack first. I've spent a lot of time developing them, and a couple of these characters are from G2 & G3 who I've altered to fit into my AU as seamlessly as possible! After these bios release, I do intend on returning to my versions of the mansters, as well as rounding out the rest of the lead ghouls in the ensemble cast (Including (but not limited to) Ghoulia, Abbey, Twyla and Torelai).

Since my scripts are wrapped up for the most part, I do plan on having more frequent fanfic updates for the AU in the forseeable future. How frequent? I have no idea! But I'm absolutely making this AU update much more than once a year.

Gravity Falls -- Billtober & Upcoming Fanfiction!

That's right, one of my all-time favorite TV series has re-entered my mind and I cannot contain it! Believe it or not, before XXY AND my Monster High AU, I had been planning to debut on AO3 with a Gravity Falls fanfiction.

With all that The Book Of Bill & thisisnotawebsite.com have given us lore-wise, I've had a new and revitalized version of that old fanfic idea (Name TBD). Unfortunately, due to the lack of attention I've been giving the aforementioned stories I've been working on over the last couple of years -- and because I want to release chapters once the fic is completed -- I don't (and won't) have much, if anything, to report on it in the upcoming months.

To satiate my need to make something for the show, I decided to take up the Billtober challenge created by @dailybill-cipher ! I'll be working on my sketches sporadically over the next month or so, and will post 7-8 doodles for every week that I finish. Again, this will be sporadic, so I will post whenever I have completed my personal quota!

I also have an old OC for the series I made back in high school who was in DESPERATE need for some upgrades, and whenever I finish a drawing for him, I can't wait to share his design! He'll be in my fic, but only really at the beginning and end, with an appearance here or there as the plot demands it (which is not much).

Miscellaneous

I have a Miraculous Ladybug rewrite fic in the works, whose notes have been collecting dust on my cork board, but it's something I intend to begin working on again in the next year or so. I despised S5's ending, and therefore, will not be continuing to view the series proper. I stopped at S5, so anything that has released for it after S5's finale, excluding the movie (I forgot if it released before or after the finale), I haven't seen. And I don't intend to see (I'm allowing exceptions for what I've seen already, because I need to research for my fic). But I'm really looking forward to returning to this old draft and rejuvenating it!

I may do some art for Five Nights At Freddy's in the near future? Nothing guaranteed, but I do love the franchise, so it's not like I won't talk about it ever lol. Also, I was gifted a copy of The Week Before, which besides my movie poster is my only FNAF merchandise, and OOOOOOOOOOH BOY AM I EXCITED TO RAMBLE ABOUT IT AND EVENTUALLY LET MY RAMBLES ESCAPE MY DRAFTS.

Sonic The Hedgehog 3 is dropping in December...And I will make it everyone's problem (/j). I'm highly anticipating this one, the trailers make it look great!

Ending Notes

For now, these are the main projects that I'm working on. I'm be working really hard to be better at consistent updates and such, so hopefully I won't be away as long as I was unannounced.

As always, thank you to my readers, old and new, for being patient with me. It really is appreciated and helps me continue these stories!

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

✨If you get this, someone thinks you are awesome!✨

✨Send this anon to 10 blogs that make you happy when you see them on your dash ✨

Hi anon, anon, anon, anon, anon, and anon. I hope you'll forgive me that I'm just gonna answer this once - but with a li'l twist!

I love that people took time out of their lives to tell me they think I'm awesome; I think they're all awesome, too! Now instead of answering this six times and then sending this on to 10 people anonymously... I'm gonna call out the people I was gonna send this to publicly! With a little bonus...

#1

It has to be @geralts-yenn! I couldn't call myself her rodent bestie if I didn't have this number 1 spot reserved for her. Now, first this bitch wonderful person writes me Ray of Sunshine, a modern-day Melot AU wet dream filled with bikers and beaches and sex, but she also hit us with anahita - a Napoleon smutfic so hot you'll be sweating like a whore in church before you're even through the first paragraph. Go read that. You're welcome.

#2

Next, we've got my co-Dutchie @keanureevesisbae, who is busy with her own projects instead of fanfics nowadays. Still: Go read endeavors and thank me later. Or, if you're into a little RPF and want to live life vicariously through sugarbaby Becky there's also sugar sugar, which is very nice as well... (I just want a man to come take me shopping, okay?)

#3

@deandoesthingstome is an amazing writer, I am often jealous of her way with words, and she is one of the kindest people I know on here. Go read Holiday Angel. It has everything. A luxurious mansion to mentally vacay in for a bit, gentle!Dom!August, forbidden fruit romance. It's a long one, but so, so worth it... Another good one? Why, of course! Hall Pass. Just read it. She also deserves a shoutout to being one of the most supportive readers in this entire fandom

#4

They haven't been on here long, but my tumblrverse would already be so incomplete without @ellethespaceunicorn! Not only did they write Treat Me Like A Slut, which has August just the way we like him; dominant and deep inside you, they also found it necessary to write Make That Kitty Purr. And I agree. It was necessary. Nevermind that my babyboy Mikey gets hurt, I'll forgive Elle for that because this shit was so fucking good.

#5

Next up we've got @peyton-warren, who only recently returned from a little Tumblr hiatus, and I thus haven't spoken that much just yet, but the drabble Arresting and Arrested should be enough to get you to take a look at the rest of her masterlist.

#6

Go check out @mayloma, creator of Behind The Curtain, which has a lovely August and some anal action - which means I'm always game! She's also very sweet. I know I haven't read much of her stuff, but if I ever get my act together and get reading again, Yenn assured me there's some Sy to check out here.

#7

It's no secret I don't particularly like my Sy's in the military, which makes it all the more impressive that @sillyrabbit81 wrote one that I did fall head over heels in love with! He's in Even if you don't mean it, and if you haven't read that, go do it now. And I do mean that. Then, perhaps my all-time favorite fic so far has to be The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood. Maybe I should elaborate on that, probably, but instead I'm just gonna say: Bikers. Proceed with caution, because when that next chapter hits, you're gonna have to pause Criminal Minds. I'm also going to leave the link to Prying here, because it's so fucking dirty it melts my brain a little every time I re-read it.

#8

Now, we all love seeing @angryschnauzer on our dashes, keeping things horny on main and yeeting the occasional fic into the dark void that is this hellsite. For instance Cuddles and Snuggles, an unholy combination of Mike and Charles - something that had never even crossed my mind - and a guest appearance from sugardaddy August. Mad perfection. Now my next rec for her may be a little odd, because she makes it very clear that it's a crack fic; Full Mast. I'm a sucker for everything pirate - and so is reader... just check out Part 2...

#9

@poledancingdinos amazed me with You've got me hooked, which has stripping and sex work and Sy, who is great. I think I read this entire (or almost entire?) series in a single night while I was in bed. Couldn't stop... She's also responsible for Soundtrack of Debauchery, which I still haven't finished, because my ADHD has been a bitch, but I started it, and it was very good!!!

#10

And last but not least: @littlefreya. I'm fairly sure there are still things on her massive masterlist I haven't read, and a lot of which I read in my pre- and early fandom tumblr days, and haven't reblogged (for which I apologize, by the way). The sheer vastness of her masterlist makes it a bit tricky to pick, but let's go for some delightful dark fics; The Devil's Tongue and Destroyer of Angels

SO: The challenge. If you're on this list (or if you're not on this list, this is an open invitation to everyone!) rec some fics! Write an essay, like this one, or don't. Toss a few names and some titles in a list and be done with it, that's fine. Recommend one, or ten, or twenty authors. Hell; Recommend yourself! Recommend your favorite artist, link some art! Spread the love!

[the-bird-and-the-flute]

Sebastian (Akihiko) - ikevamp - AU event - two hearts bound by destiny

Just finished reading his premium. And I'm stuck in the middle of his sweet end lol

as sebastian does not get many events, I'll try to sum up what happened in his AU story.

Chapter 1

MC and Sebastian are dating (they call him by his real name in this event. I'm so confused lol). They met each other in France when MC's company transferred her to work there for a while. And Sebastian was there researching something as a historian.

When they got back to Japan, they decided to live together.

In this chapter we see Sebastian and MC cooking together. He also has excellent cooking skills in this AU. Seeing them cooking together was probably my favorite moment.

Chapter 2

They went to town to celebrate the New Year. After watching the fireworks, they go to the shrine to pray. Once they are done with that, they decide to go to a woman who is some type of seer.

MC and Sebastian grab some sort of paper that may predict if you'll get lucky or not in the new year.

MC gets the bad luck paper, while Sebastian gets the good one. She, for a second, gets gloomy thinking this will be a bad omen, especially about her relationship with Sebastian. But she pushes that bad thought aside and they both move on their outing.

The place they were in was extremely crowded. MC gets lost, but after a while Sebastian texted/called her (I don't remember which one xD) saying he was going to wait for her outside of that area.

Chapter 3 - Premium

MC sees Sebastian talking to a random woman. She doesn't have much time to process that because some weirdos encircled her. The men were drunk and tried to force her to come with them to a party.

Sebastian sees MC and immediately rushes over to save her. With his karate moves, he protected MC and restrained one of the guys. They get scared of him and run away.

The mysterious woman sees them on the street and gives them a ride to their place. Inside the car, MC finds out that this woman is Sebastian's older sister.

She asks Sebastian why he doesn't visit their parents. Sebastian says he will think about it. MC kind of invites herself to go too and then Sebastian agrees to meet them.

At home, he explains that he avoids talking about their family because when he traveled for work, he lost touch with his mom and dad, that's why he didn't visit them. But as he decides to take a step further in his relationship with MC, he concludes it's time she finally meets them.

My favorite lines (highly recommend to see this here napoleon stans lol)

My opinion

Tbh, I didn't like this AU event with Sebastian. Maybe my expectations were too high, but I think the story was not that engaging. Idk if they always write Sebastian stories that way, but it felt as something was missing. Let's hope we can get more sebastian in the future :D

I wonder if Arthur or Leonardo's stories were good...

[i-write-some-stuff]

Lauren's 2023 Writing Plan

Alright so given that I'm (hopefully) finally done with school, it's time to focus on my writing a little bit more, and that means putting more care into running this blog, as well as working on some longer term porjects that I may or may not eventually share on here too (but are far than ready to be released to the world as of right now). This is why I've decided to give little previews of the things I've been working on lately and that I wanna eventually post on here. I believe this will be a way for me to motivate myself and keep track of what I achieve, and who knows, it might help lure some potential readers in (please please please leave comments and reblog my stuff if I've successfully lured you in and you like what you read, it means so much). Anyway, without further ado, here's what you can expect for me this year:

NCT FRAT AU I think we all agree that NCT are the frat boys of the kpop industry, however the idea of writing about it was sparked by @smileysuh's frat au (find it here). This series is going to be written with OCs, simply because I have ideas for everyone to be kinda linked, and it's going to be too confusing if I don't give names to the boys' s/o. Here's the ideas I have so far:

Taeyong - Shy and nervous Taeyong who's absolutely whipped for one of the techs who is working on the dance squad's show

Johnny - When he meets someone who's as witty as he is, Johnny makes it his mission to find a way to fluster them

Yuta - Sweet barista Yuta takes care of someone he barely knows at a frat party (sounds lame but it won't be)

Doyoung - Theatre kid Doyoung falls in love with the person playing his love interest in the theatre club's production

Ten - Fuckboy Ten had someone in his bed after a frat party and didn't do anything? You're kidding, right?

Jaehyun - There's no way the football player will end up with his childhood best friend who also happens to be a cheerleader, right? Like come on, that's too cliché... right?

Lucas - Gets jealous when he sees his fwb all over someone else after they've been ghosting him for a while (definitely gonna be 18+)

Mark - Music major Mark goes on a blind date set by Haechan that goes a lot better than he would've expected (this is going to be cheesy I'm warning you)

Xiaojun - Art student Xiaojun helps one of the other art majors to derive from the classical rules and free their creativity, no matter what other artists might say (this is kinda based on Nevertheless but also not at all)

Jeno - When cold boy Jeno is seen smiling and chatting with someone outside of his frat friends, rumors start spreading about a potential new couple (for my besties to lovers enthusiasts)

Haechan - Gets offended when his friend pretends to be annoyed by him when in public when in reality they're just as hyper as he is (I don't know how else to explain it you'll have to trust me on this)

ATEEZ Somehow I don't have that many plans for my ult group, however I do get new ideas almost every single time they post something so be ready for that I guess. As for now though:

Deadly Class AU: I only published one part, but I have a few more things to say about that au, especially since Halazia Seonghwa has the exact energy I imagined for the Deadly Class Seonghwa I wrote about. I have a few things already written, but they need a bit more work before they're published. I can however say that Yeosang and Hongjoong will also be part of that au.

I have a vague idea for a Rich Boy series with Ateez, and I'm thinking of maybe writing one shots based on songs for this series? I wouldn't be making OCs this time but they're kind of all gonna be in the same universe. Also the songs I have so far are Fools by Troye Sivan, Black Eye by Vernon and maybe Shout Out by Enhypen, but the concept might change, I'm not sure

The whole 30 minutes album preview live or whatever that was did give me ideas for an au that would take place within the Ateez lore, but given that one of my long term project is already (very) loosely based on their lore, I'm not sure if I'm gonna go through with it. Maybe I'll just write a Yeosang one shot relating to the live's sorta hidden pov

SEVENTEEN As a fairly new Carat, I do know I wanna write about them (especially Vernon and Seungcheol as of right now) but I don't feel like I know them well enough yet to write about them if that makes sense? So what I'm trying to say I guess is keep your eyes peeled for that, but I don't know when it will actually happen. I do however have something written that include Jeonghan and Seungcheol, though it's not about them.

And finally, I have a few ideas that I'm going to keep quiet for now, but they include a mix of idols, and also a Stoner line that my bestie and I made for each group we stan, so keep an eye out for those!

I really hope I'll be able to keep up with writing this year, but please keep in mind that I also have a full time job that is sometimes quite demanding energy wise, so I might not be as disciplined as I wanna be. Also, if any of these inspire you or if you have other ideas for the groups I've mentionned or other groups, let me know! (fair warning that I most likely Will Not write for anyone born after 2001 though) Also, keep in mind that some of these are going to be 18+, and most of them are going to contain strong language or mature topics, so do not interact if it isn't your cup of tea. I try to make sure that everything I post contains the proper warnings, so don't come at me if you read something you shouldn't/don't wanna be reading

Here's to a good 2023!

-Laue

[justfor2am]

2-8, 16, 17, 23, 26, 29, 37, 47, 49, + 50 for the ask game 4 writers or whatever the name is? u rbed it like .5 hours ago i think n i was gna send questions when u originally did but ive had a shit day so i didn't get to until now 😓 don't feel pressured to do them all btw since theres a lot of them!! n also for any of them w specific fics feel free to do whatever fic u want :3

HELLO you are my favorite ever. actually. omg. i hope you feel better soon, i answered all of them btw so i hope this helps

2 not rpf, not beta read, angst, hurt/comfort, yeah that all tracks 100%

3 touching…. big on non-verbal communication acting as whole conversations, big on flowery language (i'm trying to cut back so as to not seem pretentious lol) also scarian. i just wanna write about scarian. they are my everything i must put them into every scenario ever.

4 in 7th Sense how i named all the andriods. scar is GT-2319, numerical code for GTWS. doc, pearl and ren all have similar naming themes lol

5 i'll befriend you in reverse, why the hell is scar stuck in the woods? despite being a powerful fae, he can't leave the enchanted woods, they're like a physical part of himself that has its own sentience and desires. essentially, a deal he made when he was young turned sour, and now the forest follows him everywhere. the woods want scar to live as long as possible, because he's what keeps the woods alive.

6 so soon enough, you'll find you never knew me at all this fic could be seen as a companion to another i wrote, where grian's the second ever Watcher to be "born" and not "chosen". the "void" scar sees in grian? it's a Watcher-side effect.

7 a million dreams for the world we're gonna make, again lmao. this was my first ever HC fic, and i sometimes find myself thinking about that lonely citadel grian's floating on in the middle of the void, akin to a giant bird cage for him to grow up in, alone.

8 It's Never Enough by we are the dirt, i'm really tired rn but i'd be happy to go into why this BANGS if you'd like tmmr

16 idk if you can tell, but i am in fact an enjoyer of actor au!s. give me more, actually.

17 this is a fic i've been TRYING to write but chapter 2 eludes me still: grian's an avian in a world that fears and despises hybrids, he grew up raised by vexes because the rest of his nestmates and mother were slaughtered before he was born, he grows up causing minor problems for human villages to pass the time until he's eventually caught by a trapper, scar. here's chapter one

scar's a vex hybrid himself, but hides it in order to scam his way through life. grian, trapped, is now at the mercy of a mad scientist who, in his desire to quell society's fear of hybrids, wants to dissect him. grian blackmails scar into helping him stay alive and tries to escape, eventually the two finding common ground.

oh, also mumbo's the mad scientist. he makes dioramas of mobs and decorates his lab with them for fun.

23 honestly, a proper superhero au. at least a one shot, but specifically for the romantic tension.

26 no dialogue, easy. honestly i kinda wanna write one with no dialogue just as a challenge.

29 i made a couple of playlists for my actor au, here's some notable songs from grian's and scars':

grian: Don't Assume What You Don't Know by Grace VanderWaal jealousy, jealousy by Olivia Rodrigo You Stupid Bitch by girl in red

scar: SCOOP by Lil Nas X feat. Doja Cat Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High by Arctic Monkeys Boyfriend by Dove Cameron

(again, very sleep, happy to go into more detail later)

37 skeleton is the best fucking fic i've ever written and i will forever stand by that. yes it's short. yes it's a one-shot. please don't let that deter you, it's the best scar characterization i've ever done in my life. read it. please.

47 though i've closed my eyes, i know who you pretend i am is a pair of steel-toed boots. once perfectly shined and polished, a seemingly important royal crest stamped on the outer skin of the tongue, but the silver has seen better days, worn down from exposure to the elements. still, they are well loved, the original, now somewhat ratty laces tied in double knots, a bow on each shoe still low enough to threaten tripping. these shoes are still in continual use, despite being told a fancier pair would be a smarter choice. no, he quite liked these ones, thank you very much.

49 i'm meant to be working on chapter 19 of my actor au, butttt i've not started so have some bullshit i just came up with instead:

The pair had set up rules for a good reason.

"You're staring again."

One of them had a inclination towards a poor memory.

"Is that a crime?"

Grian could only hope Scar would try and remember.

"It's about to be."

50, answering 25 as a cheeky bonus: https://www.onelook.com/ is a GODSEND. the thesaurus page? heavenly.

[got a question?]

[fireofjudgement]

Mismatched (Part 1)

Fandom: All of us are dead

Pairing: Su-hyeok x f!reader, Gwi-nam x f!reader

Summary: You've had many bad dates in your life but the one with Su-hyeok was something you wanted to forget as soon as possible. With your career on the line and your whole life being a string of failures and disappointments, a boring relationship wasn't something you wanted to add to the mix.

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: this fic is strictly 18+, minors and empty blogs do not fucking interact or you'll get blocked on sight, pre-zombie apocalypse/office au, swearing, mentions of vomiting, alcohol, cigarettes and weed, mentions of sexual harassment and one night stands, reader parties and drinks a lot, sexual content: grinding, kissing, groping, public sex, protected vaginal sex, sex with a stranger, additional tags to be added in the next chapters

A/N: here it is, after I kept talking about it for so long! I really enjoyed writing this one, so I hope you will like it too. It's going to be my first longer series and I'm not sure how often I'll update it but if you want me to tag you for the next chapters, let me know! We're definitely in for a ride :)

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Loser from Tinder [7:15 pm]: Hi y/n :) Thank you for a great night, I've had so much fun haha :) Hope to see you again soon!

Loser from Tinder [8:06 pm]: It's Su-hyeok by the way :)

Loser from Tinder [9:42 pm]: I hope you got home safe!

When your phone lit up with a notification from Su-hyeok for the third time that night you almost threw it against a wall. The only thing that stopped you was the ridiculous amount of money you paid for it. You really had to stop purchasing the most expensive products to impress people who didn't even care enough to remember your name.

The problem was that people who did care didn't impress you in the slightest. Like Su-hyeok for example. He was handsome, he was intelligent, he always said please and thank you and he opened the door for you every time. He listened to what you had to say, he was polite to the waitresses and he paid for dinner - the list went on and on. And yet..you found him extremely boring. You couldn't imagine spending the rest of your life with someone who had the personality of a chicken sandwich, no matter how nice he was and how well he treated you and everyone else around him.

You started thinking about your date earlier that evening. You didn't expect much, you never did when it came to your Tinder matches. A nice dinner, company to go see the latest movie, maybe a one night stand. Clearly he expected something else, something more. Something you definitely weren't ready to give yet, especially to a complete stranger. Thinking about it now, maybe you could have been just a little bit nicer to him. Yeah, laughing out loud probably wasn't the best reaction to him giving you flowers as soon as you arrived. It just seemed like too much. You made it very clear during your conversations that you're not looking for anything serious. It baffled you that he didn't seem to realize he crossed a line. And he kept crossing it, over and over again, even after your date was done.

Annoyed by his repeated attempts to contact you, you decided to do what you've always done in situations like these - ghost him. You didn't like confrontations, you didn't care what he would think of you and besides, you had more important things to worry about right now than hurting some random guy you matched with on Tinder while drunk. The restaurant he picked was too pretentious anyway. And why did he have to wear a tie? You couldn't stand how hard he tried, despite not even knowing you.

In an attempt to distract yourself, you refreshed the site. Still no response. You applied for your dream job over a week ago, after months of hesitation and self doubt. Now you started to think you should have listened to the voice in your head telling you to just give up and apply somewhere else. You couldn't help but sigh at the prospect of working for another crappy corporation that didn't give a shit about the employees, in a position you were overqualified and underpaid for, with people who had no other joy in their lives than looking over your shoulder, waiting for you to make even the slightest mistake.

And to think that you were once this energetic, goal oriented person who truly believed she'd get wherever she wants, as long as she works hard and treats people with kindness. Bullshit. A few years of unpaid internships and sexual harassment at your work place later, you realised hard work and kindness will only pay off if you match them with big tits and a sheepish smile. Who cares about passion, knowledge and experience when the most common corporate currency nowadays were blowjobs.

Why was life so difficult, so unfair? You worked so hard, always tried your best and so far it's gotten you nowhere. Unable to stop the tears that started running down your cheeks, you allowed yourself to dwell in your sadness, even if just for a moment. Crying wasn't a sign of weakness, you learned to accept that, even though it was difficult and the complete opposite of what your parents forced you to believe your entire life. But you were already sad enough, you should probably stop thinking about them. It's never done you any good.

You looked at your phone, it was 10:30 pm. Not too late to go out, have some fun. Maybe have a drink or two. Forget about your date, forget about your failed job application and about your parents. Forget about everything that was making you feel miserable, making you feel like you were a failure. And so, with newfound energy you got up and started to get ready. You didn't know where you'll go or what you'll do but one thing you knew for sure, the last thing you needed at the moment was staying home, alone with your thoughts and insecurities. Tonight you won't let them consume you. You'll try at least.

After putting on your favorite outfit and doing your hair, you left your apartment in search of something, anything that would help distract you but everything looked the exact same - every bar, every club, every restaurant. Every establishment played the same music. All the guests looked the same. Every man that tried approaching you was wearing similar clothes, talked in a similar way, used the same corny pickup lines. No, you did not believe in love at first sight, no he didn't have to approach you again. Yes, you did have a name and no, it wasn't "mine". You most certainly didn't fall from heaven recently.

You were tired. Maybe you should have stayed at home afterall. At least you could be yourself there. No acting, no pretending to be someone else to please people, make them like you. Why did it even matter if they liked you anyway? Why did you put in so much effort for people who didn't care? Maybe that's why you hated Su-hyeok so much. You two weren't that different. Unfortunately for him, he reminded you of everything you hated about yourself.

Fuck, you were still thinking about him. Why? It was time to move on but why was it so difficult this time? It's not like you had a good time with him, you didn't remember anything he told you about himself. Clearly, you needed more alcohol. Having visited most of the establishments you knew in the city, you were running out of options. Luckily a quick Google search provided you with a new address, a place you haven't been to before. Maybe that's what you needed. 

However, after you finally got there, you had to admit that it looked just like all the other places. Maybe even worse, with all the spilled alcohol and trashy music, the smell of weed, sweat and sex attacking your senses before you even entered.

Hesitant at first, you decided to go in, maybe it would look better on the inside. It didn't. It looked exactly like you pictured it. At least nobody there knew you, nobody seemed to care about you or the fact that your first drink quickly turned into two, then three..until you stopped caring too. You finally felt better, no negative thoughts clouding your mind. You felt free. Deep inside you knew those feelings were temporary, incredibly fragile but you chose to ignore that fact. It got easier with each drop of alcohol entering your system.

Before you knew it, you found your way to the dance floor, your body moving along to the music, touching and grinding against the people around you. You didn't care anymore if they all looked the same, if anything it will make it easier to forget them the next morning. You knew you'd want to forget just how many lips you allowed to touch yours, how many hands explored your body that night, how many sweet nothings were whispered in your ear. 

Just when you finally cleared your mind from all the trivial bullshit, finally lost yourself in the music, you found  something that might have been worth remembering. Or someone. You didn't know what it was about him but he looked different than all the other men you've met that night. Or any other night. Maybe it was the alcohol talking but you could feel your whole body warm up just from the way he looked at you. Like a predator waiting on his prey. And you fell right into his trap, without him even making a move. His sole presence made you want to be closer to him, touch him, let him take over control.

You didn't remember walking over to him nor did you remember what he said to you, you definitely didn't remember how the two of you ended up in the club's bathroom together but you were happy you did. Not only did he look better than other guys, he tasted so much better too and he was a good kisser. So much so that you couldn't wait for his lips to explore your whole body, your head tilting automatically, to give him better access to your neck and shoulders. Nobody you've seen that night, or the night before, could compare to him and you didn't even know his fucking name. It wasn't necessary though, his touch and kisses the best introduction, your bodies expressing more than any words could. 

Even with all of the alcohol in your system, you still made sure he was wearing a condom. There was no stopping you now, your clothes quickly getting pushed aside, his dick sliding into you and stretching you out before you could even blink. Your whimpers and moans muffled by his kisses, his lips never leaving yours as he pounded into you, your back slammed against the wall over and over again. Neither of you cared if someone would see or hear you, your pleasure was too overwhelming. 

It wasn't long before you felt yourself getting close to an orgasm, his dick hitting all the right spots inside you. You clenched around him, your legs wrapped around his waist desperately trying to make him go even deeper. You felt him smirk against your lips, it wasn't hard to notice just how needy and fucked out you were already. With a few more deep thrusts you were thrown over the edge, wave after wave of pleasure hitting your whole body. He came not long after, his lips still connected to yours, your walls fluttering around him making it hard to last any longer. 

After you both calmed down, an awkward silence fell between you. It wasn't your first quickie in a public restroom, obviously, but you couldn't help but feel like this time was different, you weren't sure why. For some reason you didn't want to leave a bad impression on him. Luckily, before you could say or do anything to ruin the moment, he quickly straightened his clothes before flashing you another smirk and leaving the now quiet place without a word.

If your body wasn't so sore, your thighs still covered in your arousal, you'd think nothing ever happened. That all of this was some sort of dream. When you finally left the bathroom, he was gone, no sign of him ever being there, ever speaking to you. Well, to be quite honest, you didn't talk too much, if at all. Downing one last drink, you decided you had enough for the night. It was time to go home and once again forget about everything that happened. 

You never remembered the way home or entering your apartment, or undressing and getting into bed. Each time you woke up past noon, smelling of sweat, sex and cigarettes, a bad taste in your mouth. Sometimes you'd throw up, sometimes you'd cry, remembering all the shit you've done the previous night. But today you woke up way too early, with a massive headache, tired and confused. What the fuck was that noise and why didn't it stop? 

It took you way too long to realise that it was your phone ringing. For some reason you put it right next to your bed. Too annoyed to ignore the call much longer, you looked at the screen. An unknown number. Who the fuck was trying to reach you at 8 am on a Wednesday? You finally picked up, ready to tell whoever was bothering you, to kindly fuck off, when you heard a soft female voice on the other end.

"Good morning, is this l/n, y/n?"

"Uhh..yeah?" You slurred, still unsure who the lady was and what she wanted from you. 

"Great! I'm calling regarding the application you sent to our company last week, do you have a moment to talk to one of our recruiters? They'd explain all the details about the position. If you're still interested, of course."

[ofstarsandvibranium]

On Shuffle

Fandom: Star Wars (Modern AU)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x GN!Reader

Summary: You're at a coffee shop working on your next book. You go to connect your music to your earbuds, but decided to mess with a stranger and connect to their headphones instead. Cue meeting a hot stranger.

A/N: inspired by this tiktok.

Your fingers are rapidly typing away on your laptop. Every once in a while, they still, whether it's because you take a sip from your to-go cup or you're scribbling something down into your notebook. Nonetheless, you're working at a rapid pace.

You told your editor and publisher that you'd have the manuscript for your book in a month and you're only halfway through. You've been at this coffee shop for the past two weeks. The baristas now memorizing your order and always wishing you good luck on your book.

You've hit a lull in your plot and it frustrates you to no end. You sigh, leaning back in your chair and chugging more of your drink. You reach for your phone, deciding that maybe your motivation music could help inspire something.

When you pull up the devices to connect to, you see one named Hot Damn!eron.

You snort, looking around and seeing several people around you with various listening devices in their ears. Whoever has that as their device's name is probably some frat dude. You saw a guy who could be in a frat sitting closer to the door, head bobbing up and down to his music. "Fuck it." you tap on it and it connects, hoping to interrupt frat guy's music with your own.

However, to your surprise, his head bobbing doesn't stop. So, that wasn't his device you just connected to. You're quickly scanning everyone else's faces for some sort of reaction to their change of music. That's when you spot it-or rather-him.

You see a man with curly salt and pepper hair, a full beard, and glasses. He pulls out his earbud, looking at it with confusion. He looks at his phone, then he looks up, eyes scanning faces like you previously had.

His eyes lock with yours and you can't seem to look away. He mouths, "Is this you?" gesturing to his earbuds.

You nod and mouth back, "Sorry."

He chuckles and then, to your horror, he stands up and heads your way. When he arrives at your table, you immediately stand, "I'm so sorry! I saw the name of the device and thought it belonged to some frat dude, so I thought it'd be funny to mess with him, but I guess it was your earbuds instead. I'm really sorry!"

The man gives a light, but deep laugh, "It's no problem. And, I guess I should really change the name of my earbuds. My friend helped me set them up and he named them that. Just never thought to change it." he sticks out his hand, "I'm Poe, by the way."

You take his hand, shaking it and introducing yourself back, "Again, sorry for that."

"No harm done, but great song choice. Led Zeppelin. Classic. The kids I teach call it old people music though."

"You're a teacher?" you curiously ask.

Poe nods, "Music teacher at the local high school. I like to come here sometimes to grade papers."

You cock a brow at him, "Music kids have to write papers? That sucks."

Poe laughs, "Listen, I don't like it either, but I'm require to give at least two written assignments for the school year. They're not hard assignments though. At the beginning of the year, I ask them to write me a short essay on what their favorite song is and why. Towards the end of the year, I ask them what song they performed was their favorite, and why. Easy stuff." He glances down at your set up on the table and asks, "Are you a writer?"

You nod, "Yeah. Writing on my second book. Started coming here to work on it because I was getting tired of being in my apartment. It's, uh, coming along?"

Poe smiles at you and you're sure you'll melt right then and there, "You don't sound too sure about that."

You shrug, "I love to write, but sometimes I hit a wall and I just get stuck and frustrated. That's what led to me messing with you, by the way. Hit a wall, decided to mess with someone for shits and giggles. And here we are."

"Here we are," Poe repeats with a grin. His checks his watch and then sighs, "Well, um, I have to get going. Meeting up with some friends, but, uh, would it be okay if I got your number? I'd loved to get to know more about you."

You're shocked for a moment before you're nodding, "Right! Sure!" you rip out a corner from your notebook, scribbling down your name and number. You hand it to Poe and he immediately pockets it.

"Great. Hopefully, we'll see each other soon. It was nice meeting you." he winks at you and heads back to his table, stuffing his belongings into his satchel and heading out the door, but not before giving you one last wink.

You plop into your seat with a stunned expression on your face, "Well...that just happened."

[sapphic-woes]

Hi! Just wanted to say I really enjoyed part 2 of the tlk au and I hope you continue it because you're such a wonderful writer! Also I just got through season 3 and I can't believe they did that to Thyra she was such a sweetheart 😭

NO BECUASE LITERALLY WHY. IT SERVED NOTHING RLLY OTHER THAN SEEING BEOCCA THROW HANDS????

Ok. Deep breath. I am calm :) this was kinda mentioned in another ask I got today, but like, tlk is notoriously so bad with writing women it's insane. Like... Like it's not even the women themselves MOST of the time that are badly written (tho some lack substance tbh), it's just what happens around them or who interacts with em or if they. Yk. LIVE. ...okok imma go down the list I'm srry

Iseult: her death REALLY made no sense. Her character was interesting and even tho they had that classic "he's MY grubby good for nothing man" trope going on with Midrith (I dunno if that's her name, can't remember) her whole thing with seeing and saving Alfred's kid was like. Actually really good. And then to have her ask Uthred to essentially fuck the prophetic powers out of her only so that she can't see her death coming.....boo. boo she was so cool fuck uuuuu. But yk she was set up to fail from the start tbh

Hilde: I won't get into her but I'm thinking if you're at season 3 you must be starting to be like 👁️👄👁️. That feeling will continue they fail her high-key

Gisela: I HAVE NEVER SEEN. A DEATH MORE WORTHLESS. literally died OFF SCREEN TOO if I remember and like why. She was a good character that didn't REALLY drive the plot but she literally was just That Girl yk. Every line was iconic and awesome (also we get Uthreds iconic "now I will never be taken away from you" line which was!!!!!!!!) Also how did she move the plot along more with her death than when she was alive I mean. C'mon.

I won't talk abt brida :)

Stiorra: actually just brida-ed. You'll get what mean later.

Eadith: godsent. Perfection. She can do no wrong. Somehow she made it through amazing and iconic

Aelswith: ICONIC AMAZING. YOU HATE HER YOU LOVE HER. IN THE END YOU STILL TALK ABOUT HER. WISH I WAS HER. (SEASON 5 I THINK EP. 7?? THATS ALL I HAVE TO SAY.)

Skade:..... Imagine having an entrance like a god. And then being done so dirty. They way she was reduced to three men fighting over fucking her was like. When Uthred LITERALLY TEASES FUCKING HER THAT WAS IT FOR ME. NOT HIM BEING LIKE "YO DONT PROTEST BEING TRADED AND ILL COME BACK FOR U AND FUCK U :)" BITCH LICK HER FEET U GODDAMN– (fun fact I went thru my very first watch thinking everyone was better than Uthred. I still kinda do...other than Alfred lmao...also I still don't know how skade dies. I always skip thru somehow????)

Uhh I forgot how to spell her name, the lady of Mercia: I feel like she had the most character. Like everything that happened to her was iconic. I don't know why she loved Uthred tho. Like the romance was neat but like that guard dude was. There. Anyways won't say more but she and Erik for life.

I can't think of anyone else but as u can see I am very invested into tlk :)

[pokedocbedlam]

How about the prompt trembling hands? :)

Oh anon, I love you, this one hurt to write (in the best way, of course). I aimed for hurt/comfort, but this ended up...way heavier on the hurt than the comfort. Woops. (I am immediately posting fluff after this.)

Selkie AU, tw for stitches without anesthetic (but no blood because...selkie coat shenanigans.)

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A Selkie is only as good as their coat. It is their power, their pelt, their body and mind rolled into one. A damaged coat signifies that its owner is greatly distressed, but repairing that damage is as easy as fixing the coat.

Easy, Emmet tells himself as he clutches the needle tighter. They've done this before, patched up each other's wounds with little more than sewing supplies. It's faster than letting the wounds fester, letting a broken mind cut itself on fractured memories. But oh Arceus above, this is going to hurt.

"Are you ready? We aren't just fixing your wounds. You'll also remember, and we have a lot of memories to get through. Be verrry sure you're ready for that."

Ingo nods. His eyes are cold and resolute, but so full of trust. He must not remember the pain that stitching a Selkie's coat brings. At least they are alone, hidden away once more when they are at their most vulnerable, their trusted Pokemon keeping lookout as the twins hunker down in this cave and work by Chandelure's light.

"Okay." Emmet takes a deep breath. "But if it hurts too much, let me know. We can always take a break. Don't push yourself." He's saying it more for himself than Ingo's sake, he knows. "I'm going to start with this tear on your side. On three. One, two..."

The needle slides in. Ingo hisses and clenches his teeth, fingers digging into rocks. Emmet is a practiced hand when it comes to stitches, and he definitely spent more than a few agonizing hours patching his own coat up before he could search for his rift-lost brother, but he can't feel Ingo's pain for him. All he can do is work as swiftly but gently as possible. Emmet times his needlework with his breathing, in and out. He ties off the first stitch and inspects his handiwork. The stitches are only visible if one looks closely for now, and soon enough the pelt will close the wound entirely until it is smooth as a newborn's once more.

"How are you holding up?"

"Fine." The words almost come out as a sob. Already? Oh, this night is going to be long. "Do not derail on my account."

As if that were easy. Emmet does not like to see his brother in pain, especially by his own hand. He can't bring himself to look at Ingo's face, because if he sees tears, it'll break all of his resolve.

"Okay. Hold steady. I am moving onto the next tear." Emmet wills, begs, his hands to stop shaking. He slides the needle in, this time met with a yelp of protest. But he stays committed to his task, and Ingo does his best to bite his tongue. With every tear he closes up, Emmet has to wonder the cause, what he is curing. Was this an injury caused by a Pokemon, or by human hands? How many memories will be patched up, and can they ever be as whole as they once were?

Why did Emmet let this happen in the first place? He should have tried harder not to be separated. Held tighter. Searched sooner. Should have...

"Emmet!"

His name, shouted with a bite of desperation, calls Emmet back to his senses. He looks down at his handiwork to see that his stitches have gone off-course, and Ingo is curled in on himself in pain. Emmet's hands shake so much, he can barely hold the needle. An endless string of apologies spill from his lips as he corrects the error, finishes closing off that stitch, and practically throws the tools aside so he can wrap his arms around his brother. Ingo collapses into him with deep and heavy sobs, hands grasping for purchase, and though his nails dig deep enough to make Emmet wince, the brother in white does not budge. He rubs soothing circles into his brother's back the way their parents did when the twins were younger.

(He did this, this is his fault.)

(Ingo always protected him when they were younger. Ingo is the Guardian, the shield, the one who pulls them out of danger every time. Emmet's a Warrior, a sword, and his strong suit is hurting others. Brother included, it seems. Why did he think he was capable of anything else?)

"I'm okay," Ingo finally says, even though the tears streaming down his face scream otherwise. "It is simply...a lot. Many passengers in my train of thought all at once, all vying for my attention. And I...there still must be so much I'm forgetting, because otherwise, it doesn't make sense."

"What doesn't make sense?" Emmet asks. Still trying to copy what his parents did all those years ago, even if the feel of their calloused hands and the timbers of their voices are loose strings he can't stitch back into place.

"How you're able to keep smiling. Doesn't it hurt you? Remembering all of this, all the time?"

Somehow, this makes Emmet laugh. It's a harsh bark of a sound, made wet by his own tears. "I used to wonder that about you. How you could remain so calm with all we've gone through. I guess now I know the answer. We got used to it. We grew numb." 

Now the scars are opened up again, air stinging the wounds underneath. Now Ingo's impassive mask is contorted from every little thing he's bottled up since they turned ten years old. Now Emmet's peeling off his mental scabs too, ascertaining which memories are the most likely culprits hurting his twin. Now, everything that was then is now, and Emmet can't stop shaking from the force of it all.

Emmet whispers, "I can stop. You don't have to remember. I don't have to keep hurting you."

Ingo's embrace tightens, still desperate for something to hold onto. "You could never hurt me, Emmet. And I'm not letting you suffer this alone again." He takes a long, wavering breath. "But I think...one moment longer. Let me catch my breath, and I'll be ready again."

Emmet doesn't know if he'll ever be ready, but he doesn't have a choice in the matter. He'll grab the needle again and force his hands to be steady as long as it takes to get his brother back, because that's all he has left. But he'll never feel ready for it. (He wishes he could be anything softer than a sword.)

Two lost boys cling to each other in the dark, crying into each other's pelts, just as alone as they've been since the day they left home.

[dragon-kazansky]

Dangerous | Helmut Zemo

AU! Race car driver Zemo 😎

Gender neutral reader

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Part 8

The pair of you drove for hours. Zemo didn't care about where you wanted to stop. All you had to do was say the word and he would pull over here and there. You had taken so many photos on your phone. Though a lot of them were just of him. Maybe you would get those printed and make an album. Maybe you were just getting carried away.

The evening rolled in. The wicked woman had texted you an hour ago to state what time she wanted to meet you. Zemo had dropped you off, kissing you before letting you go. He left to meet with Sam, hoping to get his forgotten car back home.

You entered the bar. It was pretty empty, finding her wasn't hard. Lucky for you, she was alone. You took a deep breath as you walked over to her table and sat down, but not even offering her a smile.

On the table right in front of her was a file. That scared you. Whatever this was about, she was serious. You tried to keep your emotions at bay as you sat still, hands in your lap. You stared at her.

She stared back.

"You came," she said, almost as if she expected you not to.

"Of course I did, I'm not a horrible person who stands people up. Even if I'm here for nonsense."

She narrows her eyes at you.

"Neither am I."

"You're right. You're just blind," you cross your arms over your chest and ignore the waiter who brings you each a glass of water.

"I'm not the blind one," she hisses after he leaves.

"No? What kind of sick game are you playing here? Tony Stark isn't in love with you. It's all a publicity stunt."

"It's not!"

"See? You're blind to the truth. You're being lured in by the fact you admire him. You have been a fan of racing much longer than I. You have seen Stark win over and over again, season after season. You're in love with the idea of dating a professional racer."

She looks pissed.

"It's all lies. You know nothing. I'll show you who that man really is. Chasing Zemo is a mistake. You'll regret ever knowing him after you learn the truth."

"What truth? What are you talking about?" You try to resist raising your voice.

"This!" She slams a hand over the file.

"What is it? What's in there?"

She hands the file to you. You take it, but don't yet open it. You stare at her. On the outside you look cold, calculating. On the inside, your heart is racing and a million thoughts are running through your head. You're freaking out.

"What had Helmut Zemo told you?" She asks, looking you in the eye.

"About what?"

"About him."

"Not a lot. He is wealthy. Has houses all around Europe, owns a large collection of cars that have been passed down through his family. He doesn't have a large racing background, but he is passionate about cars." You shrug, not knowing what else to say.

"So he didn't you he was a Baron? That his family was literally royalty before Sokovia surrendered in the war? He wasn't even in the county when it collapsed. That's why he doesn't talk about it. His family is dead."

"Why are you telling me this? I know about Sokovia, it was global news. A whole country destroyed in the crossfire. If you have any respect for the dead, you'll stop talking about his family that way," you say, glaring at her.

"I'm not done. Open the file."

You glare a moment longer before you open the file. You look down at the first page you're presented with.

"Who is that?"

There was a photo of a young man. Dirty blonde hair, tall, blue eyes, sweet smile.

"That's Pietro Maximoff," she tells you that name as if you should know who he is.

"Who is he?"

"Pietro Maximoff was a racer."

"Was?"

"He died." She reaches across the table and points to some information below his photo. You can't the words on the page.

Pietro Maximoff

Deceased

Died on impact

Cause: Car accident.

Speculation of foul play by the hands of Helmut Zemo. Car appeared to have been tampered with before hand. Witness testified to sighting of Zemo tampering with car. No solid evidence provided.

You stared at the words, letting them sink in. The woman across from you says nothing as you scan the ink before you.

You swallow.

"It says no evidence was provided."

"There doesn't need to be. He was seen."

"Why who?"

"No one knows. They remained anonymous," she shrugs lightly.

"What are you trying to tell me?" You look at her. It was becoming increasingly difficult to hold back your emotions.

"Baron Helmut Zemo killed Pietro Maximoff because Maximoff was his competition. Zemo has raced before, but his career was cut short after this. Unfortunately there was no actual proof to pin on him, the witness only had their statement. Maximoff was the next big racer and Zemo dealt with him."

You stand abruptly.

"No."

"Zemo is a murderer," she tells you.

"Stop, please."

"He didn't tell you any of this did he?"

"You're lying."

"All the evidence is in that folder."

The tears fall. You shake your head and try to control your breathing. She's lying. She has to be.

"Stark told me everything. He even provided the information."

You shake your head again.

"I don't believe it. Why are you doing this to me? Is this your sick way of getting back at me? This is cruel. This is so cruel."

"It's the truth. You won't find anything by looking up the Baron, but if you look up Pietro Maximoff you'll find the story. Zemo killed a man so he could win. What's stopping him from doing it again?"

"Are you implying he would kill Stark? Are you insane?" You almost yell.

"He has killed a man before. What's once more?" She asks, angrily hissing out the words.

"Please don't do this to me," you plead.

"Read it. Accept it. It's true. They might not have anything solid on him, but you know as well as I that it's true."

You shake your head a third time.

"Look at it. Read the articles." She moves the file on Pietro over and underneath is a newspaper article.

Racing star, Pietro Maximoff dies in horrific accident

Baron Helmut Zemo disqualified from racing season over foul play speculation.

Helmut Zemo to stand trial

Baron Zemo walks free

"He wasn't found guilty of anything."

"I said it doesn't matter! He did it. Everyone knows he did it."

"You can't just give around accusing people of murder," you his quietly. You had sat back down, not wanting anyone to see your rage.

"Open your eyes."

"You don't know him," you say, voice falling to defeat.

"You don't know Tony Stark."

"I know him better than you." You close the file. "Do not ever come at me with this. Unless you have hard evidence that Zemo was there and had done what he was accused of, I won't believe you."

"You say that now, but trust me. You're going to come around," she gathers the file and stands up.

You watch her storm away.

You bite your cheek as tears fall. Taking out your phone, you search up Pietro Maximoff.

Zemo's name popped up several times.

He really has been accused of killing this young man.

Why did your chest hurt so much?

Maybe you should have asked him earlier when the thought crossed your mind.

You continue to sit at that table, ordering a drink mindlessly when the waiter comes over. It's all you have.

You look at the photo of Pietro on your phone. He had to be in his early twenties. Probably the youngest racer you had come across so far.

You sit there for ages, slowing drinking.

Your phone then starts to ring. You stare at the name lighting up your screen.

Zemo👑

Did you dare answer?

Having spent too long trying to decide, it clicks off. You stare at the screen. It lights up a second time.

Zemo👑

He must be worried. Yet, looking at his name flashing up on screen, dread fills you. Yob your phone, leave money for the drink, and make your way out.

The cold air of the night feels sharp and bitter against your skin. When did it get so cold? Or was that just you?

There was no one out here.

You're not sure if you felt glad about that. Your phone rings again. You know he'll be coming to pick you up, especially if you don't answer his call.

You swipe the call button and hold the phone up to your ear.

"Y/N? Thank goodness, you were not picking up. I was worried something bad happened. I'm on my way to you now, are you alright?"

You listen to his worried words. You stand there wondering who it was you were actually talking to.

"Y/N? Are you there?"

There is panic to his voice.

"Zemo..."

"Y/N? What is it? What's happened?"

You just knew he was picking up the speed right now. He was going to do anything to get to you now.

"Have you been honest with me?"

"What do you mean? Of course I have."

Lies. He is lying. That little voice in the back of your mind is repeating that to you. Lies.

You begin to cry.

"Who is Pietro Maximoff?"

Silence.

"Zemo, who is Pietro Maximoff?"

"How do you know that name?"

"Who is he?"

More silence.

You sob into the phone. His silence was an answer. He knew who you were talking about and your mind spiraled out of control.

He's dangerous. Stark was right.

You hang up. You turn your gaze down the street and decide to walk. You needed air.

Zemo was losing his mind. That wicked woman! What had she told you? Why had she brought that up?

When he realised you had hung up, he put his foot down. He had to get to you. He had to explain, he had to tell you himself.

He couldn't lose you. He couldn't.

This is not how he had imagined his night to go. Suddenly, things were falling apart.

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Forbidden

Chapter 1

A/N- I've teased y'all for so long I hope this series is going to live up to expectations, I'm confident it will though because I'm addicted and it's been super easy for me to write - I'm up to chapter 3 so far so updates can be on time! There's a slight age gap between my professor Hemsy and OC Jess but she's twenty and completely legal. You know this is gunna be a giant tease fest for the first couple of chapters cos that sexual tension is fucking gold 🥵

Summary- Jess meets the man of her dreams and then stupidly leaves without getting his number. Will fate bring them together again?

Word count- 1.5 K

Pairing- Professor!Chris Hemsworth x OC

Warnings- Swearing, age gap

18+ only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 5th August 2021

Taglist:- @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @jjpogueprincess @longlostinanotherworld @mostly-marvel-musings @darklydeliciousdesires @monet-belle

@skyfullofsong123 @swaggysposts

Chapter 2

I pulled out a chair at the last available table in the unusually busy coffee shop, I thought I might've caught a break choosing the one outside of campus but alas I was wrong.

I was about to sit down when the chair opposite me slid out from under the table, my eyes lifted to meet with the most sparkly blue eyes i'd ever seen. The sight of him took my breath away. Literally.

I stood staring, frozen on the spot, my mouth slightly ajar as I looked him up and down. He was tall, so tall, definitely over 6ft and built like a dream. Thick thighs straining against his fitted trousers, wide muscular shoulders and I just knew there was a six-pack hiding behind that tight t-shirt. 

"Sorry. You were here first, I'll just grab a take-out." He smirked a side smile, amused at how I was so obviously checking him out but his sexy Australian accent distracted you from anything else.

"It's fine, I'm on my own. I don't mind if you want to sit there too." I mentally face palmed myself, drawing attention to the fact I was alone wasn't the best idea but then again he was alone too. "I don't bite." I added trying my best to flirt.

It seemed to work, he smiled at me as he sat down and I took the time to admire his handsome face. He was quite clearly a lot older than me, the laughter lines around his eyes a tell tale sign but he was still quite possibly the best looking man I'd ever laid eyes on. His hair was fair and the short beard framed his face perfectly but the one thing that stood out the most were those piercing ocean-blue eyes.

"So do you come here often?" I cocked my eyebrow at him over my coffee cup making him laugh at my reaction. "Sorry, it's been a while." He said nervously, running his hand through his hair.

"It's been a while since you spoke to a stranger or…?" I questioned casually.

"It's been a while since I spoke to an attractive woman." He finished, his eyes sparkling as he watched me almost choke on my drink.

"Oh, I err…. I don't think you're doing too badly." I absentmindedly circled my finger around the rim of my cup, crossing my leg over my other and accidently rubbing my foot up his leg. My cheeks felt hot and flushed as I looked up into his eyes and saw him smiling slyly.

"Evidently. We're already playing footsie under the table." He smiled widely, a genuine smile that stretched the corners of his mouth. I smiled back at him shyly, thinking of something to say to change the subject before I ended up looking like a tomato.

"What part of Australia are you from?"

"I'm originally from Melbourne but I lived in Byron Bay before I came to America." 

"Awesome. I've always wanted to go to Australia, the Spiders put me off though." 

"Yeah I think they put most people off but in heavily populated areas they stay pretty much hidden, I think it's the size that scare people." How have I made this conversation go from flirting to talking about spiders? And how do I get back to flirting?

"Are we still talking about spiders?" I raised my eyebrows questioningly and laughed at the innuendo, flicking my hair over my shoulder. I noticed something in his eyes when I did so, a hunger, just a little flash and then it was gone again. I'm sure I didn't imagine it though because his eyes lingered on my exposed shoulders.

I checked my watch subtly, not wanting him to think he was boring me but I had to get to class and couldn't be late again, not when this semester had only just started.

"I'm really sorry, I'm gonna have to run, I'm going to be late. It was really nice meeting you." I gathered up my bags, ready to leave.

"Already? You've only just got here." He looked disappointed, his smile fading. His mouth opened as if he was going to say something else and then closed again when he saw I was ready to leave. "It was really nice to meet you too, hopefully I'll see you again." His eyes sparkled as he looked into mine, standing from his chair to get the door for me. I felt fireworks when his hand brushed against the small of my back and his face lingered close to mine. The tension was unreal, like we were the only people in the room as his eyes hungrily stared into my soul, undressing me with his eyes. My heart stopped beating when his face moved closer to mine so I could feel his breath on my lips, the smell of coffee and his aftershave filling my nostrils. I paused, my feet routed to the spot, I wanted him to kiss me so badly but I moved away at the last minute. Surely he wasn't actually going to kiss me, we'd only just met, that would be ridiculous. Wouldn't it?

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I spent most of class daydreaming about my tall handsome stranger and the way he looked at me but most of all how I didn't even get his name. Or his number.

Now I was feeling sorry for myself because it would just be my luck to meet the man of my dreams and then never see him again. So I'd moped about all day and avoided the invitations for drinks after class. Instead I'd

gotten home early, changed into some sweats and settled myself in front of the TV for the night.

"What's up with your face?" My roommate, Ellie said as she walked into our room, throwing her bags onto her bed.

"What're you talking about?" 

"Your face. Looks like you're chewing on a wasp."

"Feeling sorry for myself." I pout pathetically.

"Why, what've you done now?" She rolled her eyes, kicking off her shoes and throwing her legs up onto the bed. I felt so lucky to have a roommate like Ellie, during our freshman year she'd become my best friend practically straight away and now after two years together we were practically sisters.

I sat up in bed cross legged and faced Ellie, getting myself ready to spill my misfortunes of the day with her.

"Well, I went to Impresso's this morning to get my morning coffee before class." She nodded, showing her enthusiasm by also sitting cross legged on her own bed, facing me. "And it was packed full of students, there was only one table left. So I went to grab it as soon as I could." She raised her eyebrow at me, wondering where I was going with the story. "And I kid you not, the most attractive man I have ever seen, pulls out the chair opposite me." 

"Oh my god! No way. Did you talk? Oh my god, this is like the perfect chick flick. Carry on." I smiled at her excitement.

"I told him I didn't mind if he sat there, I mean of course I didn't mind, you should've seen him El. Oh, oh, oh I almost forgot" I flapped my hands, bouncing on the spot. "He was fucking Australian."

"Fuck off, you're lying. Drop dead gorgeous with the sexiest accent ever. How is this even real? Now remind me why you're sat there with a face like a slapped arse?" 

"I panicked when I had to leave, didn't want to be late for class and I didn't get his number, didn't even give him chance to ask for mine." 

"Wow! Ok, now I understand. What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't thinking, I was panicking and you know what I'm like when I panic." You sulk.

"It's ok, maybe you'll bump into him again."

"Yeah, right. I should be so lucky."

"Cheer up." she says throwing a cushion at me. "There's a party at Alpha Kappa this weekend, I'm sure we can find you someone to help get over your mystery man. Or under should I say?" She raised her eyebrow at me, smiling slyly and making me laugh. She always did know how to cheer me up and maybe a party is what I needed.

There must be some good looking boys around campus that could make me forget about my Australian hunk. Surely? I thought about the guys I'd seen around campus, the guys I'd seen at frat parties and that's definitely not what I wanted. How could a twenty year old boy match to the masculine, experienced man I met this morning. My mind was set, I'd dipped my feet ever slightly into the mature pool and that's what I wanted more than anything. There was always something missing with previous boyfriends and I was tired of all the game playing. I wanted someone who knew what they wanted and wasn't afraid to get it.

The only thing was, he didn't know I was only twenty and I had no way of finding him again. If fate did bring us back together, would he mind that I was still a student? That I couldn't even drink when we went on dates? 

Who am I kidding? Of course he would mind, he could get any woman he wanted, why would he want me?

[arkon-z]

WIP ...uh, Monday I guess

Remember my saying that the writing fairy took a bat to my brain on Saturday? You want to see the result? Of course you do.

This is a sci-fi AU for Age of Calamity (I know, I'm so predictable). It might be a little out there, but I haven't done a sci-fi AU yet, so this is fun. The context is Link and Zelda have run away from their home territory and joined with Impa to complete her mission in the remote parts of the galaxy. They need a special piece of cargo to continue, but someone else bought it first.

"I need that cargo." Impa nodded at the container. "I'll pay whatever you want."

The Rito narrowed his eyes at her. Then, before she could react, he drew his blaster and pointed it at Zelda, grasping the back of her neck with his other hand.

"How about your friend here?" he said. "I'm sure the Alliance reward is worth more than that container."

Impa drew her own gun and pointed it at the man's head. "Don't be stupid. You think they'll give you the money when she finds out where you found her? You'll be arrested before you see a single credit."

"You seem awfully certain about that." He hit a switch and the power pack on the gun hummed louder. "Care to test that theory?"

Zelda gulped. Impa squared her shoulders.

"You won't shoot her," she said. "You need her alive."

"Hmm. Good point."

He aimed the blaster at the power regulator on the container and Impa went rigid.

"Don't shoot!" she said, a note of fear in her voice. "You'll destroy the contents!"

"Lower your weapon and I'll consider it."

"Impa…" Zelda's voice trembled.

"Stay calm," Impa said. She looked back at the man. "You're better off taking my offer."

"Hardly," he snorted. "I can negotiate for either one."

Impa shook her head. "They're both coming with me."

"I don't think so," the man snorted.

"Think again."

The Rito froze at the sound of Link's voice, as he pressed the barrel of the blaster against his head.

"I see you brought back up," the man muttered.

"Sure did. Now, as discussed, let both of them go and we'll all be on our way."

There were footsteps in the alley and Impa felt her guts turn to water as she realized what it meant.

"As it happens, I don't travel alone either," said the man. A towering Goron with overcharged rifle came to a halt behind him, followed by a Zora with a smaller one. Behind her, Impa felt a blaster pressed into her back.

"Revali, what's going on?" rumbled the Goron. "You said this was on the level."

"It was. I was accosted."

"Clearly," muttered the Zora. "What is this about?"

"I offered to buy the container off your friend," said Impa, "But he didn't agree and here we are. What do you need the cargo for, anyway? Those are specimen samples I need for my research."

"Do all researchers carry a gun?" asked the Goron.

"It's the outer territories; everyone has a gun. And you didn't answer my question."

"There's a collector out in Hateno who will pay five times what the cargo's worth if we deliver it intact," said Revali.

"So, you're greedy," sneered Impa. "That’s why you took my friend hostage. You think the Alliance will pay more to get her back."

Zelda tried not to move as all eyes fell on her.

"Well now," said the thug behind Impa. The female thug, judging by her voice. "An Alliance bounty. The reward for her safe return is far more than the container, that's for sure."

"Look guys, there's no need for this," said the Goron. "Why don't we all just put our weapons down and talk this out?"

"What's there to discuss?" said Revali. "The cargo is mine. The girl is a bonus."

"No," said the Zora. "We're better than this. Revali, let her go. We have what we want."

"I'm not leaving without both of them," said Impa. "If it's money you want, I will pay it. Name your price."

"You don't have the money to pay what the dealer offered," said the Zora. "And we have a contract to uphold."

"Seems to me you've got a choice to make," said Revali. "The girl or the cargo."

Link waited for Impa to relent and choose Zelda, but she didn't. He couldn't see her face, but he could tell she was shaking.

"Hurry up," mumbled the woman behind Impa. "We're not going to wait here all day."

The blaster in Impa's hands trembled slightly. "Name your price."

"I told you, you're not getting the cargo!"

"He's right," said the Zora woman. "It's ours. Lower your weapons and walk away; we won't take the girl."

"I said, I'm taking both of them." She gripped the blaster tighter. "Don't make me do this the hard way."

The woman behind Impa pressed the barrel into her back. "You won't survive the hard way, kid. Give it up."

"If you were going to shoot me, you should have done before you were surrounded," added Revali.

"This is going nowhere," said the Zora woman.

Link suddenly moved, yanking his blaster off Revali's neck and firing it at the power regulator on the container. It shorted out in an blaze of sparks.

"NO!" Impa screamed. She moved for the container, but another jab in the ribs from the woman brought her to a stop.

"The batteries will keep the chillers running for another hour," said Link, pointing his blaster at Revali again. "After that, it won't be any good to anyone. Settle this."

"Are you out of your little Hylian mind?" said Revali. "We need that cargo intact!"

"You jackass!" shouted Impa, voice wavering. "We can't finish the mission without it!"

"Impa, whatever's in the container, we can replace it!" shouted Zelda. "it's not worth it! Let's go!"

"Hang on," said the woman at Impa's back. She stepped into the light, revealing herself to be a towering Gerudo woman.

"Zelda Bosphoramus, is that you?" she asked.

"How do you know my name?" said Zelda, staring at her. "Wait - Urbosa? What are you doing here?"

"The better question is how did you wind up doing merc jobs in the outer territories?"

"It's a long story."

"I'm sure. I've got half a mind to return you to the Alliance myself, after the promise I made your mother."

Zelda shook her head. "I can't. Not yet. I've got a job to do right now."

"We're not going anywhere until we settle this," Link growled. "Let her go."

"We need that cargo," insisted Impa, voice strained. "You may as well just give it to us, now that it's ruined."

"Hardly," said the Zora. "The compressor can run on ship power, as long as the chillers don't fail before we connect it."

"There, see?" said Revali. "It's still ours, so we'll be leaving now."

"You can't-"

"And I think we'll be taking her with us," said Urbosa. "The outer territories are no place for you, Zelda."

"You can't do that!" said Link. "Just because you know her doesn't mean it's not kidnapping!"

"Come on, hurry up!" said the Goron. "If that container spoils, all this will be for nothing."

"What if we cut you in on our job?" said Zelda, desperately.

"Your job?" said the Zora.

"Yes!"

"Zelda, no!" yelled Impa.

"What are you doing?" said Link.

"Settling this." She glanced at Urbosa. "Impa offered us a job with her. An important one. We couldn't turn it down, once we knew what it was. This isn't about the money for me, but there'll be a reward. The payout will be higher than you can imagine. You know I wouldn't take a risk like this unless I was sure it was worth it. And I promise I'll head back home once it's finished. You can even take me yourself."

Urbosa nodded. The four newcomers exchanged a solemn look, before Urbosa lowered her weapon.

"I'm in," she said. "You haven't lied to me yet. I can see what this means to you."

"if she's in, so am I," said the Goron, lowering his rifle. "I trust Urbosa's instincts."

"I'd rather work a job than take hostages," said the Zora, holstering her blaster. "I'm in too."

Revali glanced around at all of them before finally lowering his blaster. "Fine. This had better be worth it. But don't think you aren't going to pay me for the cargo."

Impa nearly dropped her blaster before racing over to the container. She slid open the viewport and peered inside, some of the tension leaving her shoulders. Then she inspected the controls and collapsed to her knees in relief.

"The seal's still good, thank the gods."

"Yes," said the Zora, checking the panel over her shoulder. "But the batteries are draining quickly. We need a power source."

"Get it back aboard the Beast," said Urbosa. "We'll hook it up there. I'll get it ready for departure."

The Zora nodded and started securing it to the anti-grav sled. The others joined into help, but Impa protested.

"Wait a minute, we have our own ship," said Impa. "We need it for the mission!"

"I’m sure you do, but from now on, we using ours."

"This was our job first!" said Zelda. "You can't just walk into the middle of this and start giving orders."

"Yes I can, because you need them."

"What?"

Urbosa looked down at her. "I know you hate hearing this, but the three of you are too inexperienced to understand what you've walked into. The outer territories are dangerous, especially for someone who's been protected by the Alliance all their lives."

"Impa's not a rookie! She almost shot us the first time we met."

"Impa was emotionally compromised by a cargo container. Whatever this 'job' is, you need an experienced crew, if for no other reason than to keep you from making any more stupid mistakes like you almost did today."

Zelda looked back at Link who gave a helpless shrug. She turned to Impa, who seemed to only be listening with one ear as she brought the anti-gravs online. The sled began to hum as the emitters charged.

"Are you hearing this?" Zelda asked. "You're just going to let her call the shots?"

Impa looked up at her.

"First of all, you're the one who cut them in, so don't get mad at me. And second, she's right. We need an experienced crew if we want the mission to succeed. You seem to trust Urbosa, and I trust you, so I think this is going to work out."

Urbosa nodded at Impa. "Wise words for someone young enough to be my daughter."

Impa shrugged, but Zelda could tell she was flattered. The sled hovered a few inches off the ground and the Zora woman took control of the steering handle, guiding it down the alley. Impa and Urbosa flanked it on either side, and the rest of the group kept pace behind it.

"Besides," Impa went on, "The Kunai isn't built for deep space. I'm not even sure we could fit four new people in there. But we do need it for the mission."

"How big is it?" asked Urbosa.

"20 meters."

"Oh, we have plenty of room. Bring it to docking berth 82 and we'll stow it for you. We'll leave as soon as it's aboard."

"You want to leave already?" said Link. "We just got here."

"So did we," said the Goron, "But Revali's little stunt in the alleyway probably turned a few heads. There's no love for the Alliance out here, but we should leave before people start asking questions."

"Good idea," said Link. "Impa?"

"Can you guys handle it? I don't want to let the container out of my sight." She glanced at them. "I know I'm being emotional, but…"

"It's okay, we'll do it," said Link. "If the others don't mind."

"Daruk, go with them," said Urbosa.

Urbosa nodded. "Daruk, go with them."

"You got it," said the Goron, turning to Link. "So, what's your name, little guy?"

--

In the medical bay, Impa and the Zora woman, whose name Impa had learned was Mipha, connected a cable to the container's power port. By a stroke of incredible luck, Mipha turned out to be a medic. Under her careful eye, they stabilized the regulator as quickly as they could. Mipha linked the container's sensor feed into the telemetry monitors, watching carefully for any irregularities. Impa did as well, and as the readings remained stable, she finally allowed herself to relax.

"I know that's not a sample container," said Mipha, glancing at Impa. "It's a cryo tank. There's someone in there."

Impa nodded, sliding the viewport open to gaze at the occupant. Of course the medic would have figured it out already.

"Yes. I hope she's still alive."

"She is." Mipha pointed to a few things on the screen. "Her metabolic rates are normal for someone in cryo-stasis. She's stable, don't worry."

"Good." Impa swallowed the lump in her throat. "I want to get her out of there. That blaster bolt probably didn't do her any favors."

"Give the pump a few cycles to even out," said Mipha. "We can do it when we reach orbit."

--

Mipha programmed the warming cycle herself instead of bothering with the automatic controls. As the cycle initiated, the crew wandered into the med bay one by one, desperately curious. Impa passed Revali a handful of cards.

"What's this?" he asked.

"Five hundred thousand credits," she said. "Everything I have. I hope it's enough to pay you back."

"It's a start."

"So, whatcha got in there?" asked Daruk. "It's not just specimens, is it?"

"I thought not," said Revali. "Now, am I seeing things or is that a cryo-tank?"

"It's a cryo-tank." She looked Link and Zelda. "You know that contact here I had to meet? That's her."

"There's a person in there?" said Link, shocked. "Why didn't you tell us?"

"I didn't get the chance! I wasn't even sure this was the container I was looking for until I saw Revali with it. I didn't think she'd still be in there, but when I didn't get her signal, I figured something must have happened."

"Then why didn't you say something when you did know?"

"I couldn't take the risk that Revali would hold them both hostage! What difference would it have made?"

"Well, if I knew the tank was keeping someone alive, I sure as hell wouldn't have blasted the regulator!"

"Impa, you said you trusted us," said Zelda. "It's time to start acting like it. No more secrets, alright?"

"You're right; I should." Impa sighed. "Revealing secrets isn't exactly easy for a Sheikah. That said, this is the scientist we need to complete the mission, but there's something else you should know about her."

The control panel on the tank gave a chirp before she could say another word. There was a clatter as the latches unlocked, followed by a hiss of air as the tank seal broke. She and Mipha carefully lifted the lid off the tank, revealing a Sheikah woman inside.  Mipha attached a sensor to her wrist and glanced at the monitor.

"She'd going to be fine. If her temperature keeps rising at this rate, she should be awake in another ten minutes."

Impa nodded, pressing a hand to her mouth. A few tears ran down her face and Zelda put her arm around her.

"She's more than some scientist to you, isn't she?"

Impa nodded again. "She's my sister."

There were a few soft gasps at that, and Zelda hugged her.